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to the path. “All right, enough stalling.”
They set out to follow the mysterious woman and her equally mysterious companion.
Albain knew Kephas followed behind them but didn’t know what to do about it. Confronting a Master had never been in his plans. He only hoped Kalypso and her friend were still on schedule and would be at his disposal once they reached Pastel. He’d have to incapacitate Theda before then. One look at the fiery redheaded Kevan and Theda would know he wasn’t her friend.
He hadn’t meant for Kalypso to kill Feshara, and the Kevan definitely had some explaining to do on that score. But at least now Theda was on the run and desperate for help.
A smile spread across his face. His plans were finally coming to fruition. Months had passed since he’d been ejected from the Twenty. Some days he’d hoped would end with his passing into the spirit realm, but then he’d remember himself, remember what he was meant to be.
The remaining wizards may think they had an eye on him but he knew better. Once they’d stripped him of his magic they had lost all interest in what he was doing. They no longer considered him a threat. He had made his way south to the little fishing village in the Outalnds, and waited.
Now, at last, his waiting was almost at an end. He could feel the magic returning to his quickly aging body. Once it did, the wizards, gargoyles, and the King of Halstrid himself would be sorry. They had underestimated him for the last time. He would make certain they paid. And all thanks to one long-lost little princess.
He glanced at Theda and gave her a smile of appreciation. Surprise registered on her face before she smiled weakly back. He chuckled to himself. So innocent and so trusting. She would make an excellent bride…
…but an even better sacrifice.
Chapter Six
Wynn held Zephara’s hips and groaned. She was killing him. First she had surprised him by vanishing both of their clothes with a thought. Now she was using her womanly wiles rather than her magic, but still amazing him with every heartbeat.
Her tinkling laughter brought a smile to his lips and he opened his eyes. “By the Gods you’re beautiful.”
Her smile froze and slowly faded. “I could say the same of you.”
“Oh?” He ran his hands down her hips to her thighs and squeezed the firm flesh. “If you don’t move soon I might die.”
Her smile returned and she flexed her inner muscles to grip his cock. He hissed out a curse in the language of his kin and fought the urge to roll her under him and take over. He’d been the one in control in the bedroom since their first time together. Now it was her turn.
“What was that?” she asked.
“What?”
“What you said. What language was that?”
He shook his head and tried to think clearly enough to answer. “Ours. My brothers. And mine. Wizards taught us.”
“Ah. Then perhaps I’ll learn it soon.”
He grunted and wondered how she could string a whole sentence together when he was having trouble remembering his own name. Obviously he wasn’t doing something right. He slid his hands back up her legs to where their bodies met and slipped his thumbs to rest on her skin. He found the spot of her greatest pleasure and began to rub.
“Oh!” She shivered and threw her head back as he set to pleasuring her with both fingers and cock.
“That’s right,” he said. “Feel me inside you, Zephara. Feel what I do to you.”
“Yes…yes.”
Watching the ecstasy on her face almost pushed him over the edge. His breath caught at the sight as if it was the first time, though they’d been indulging in each other for weeks. They were at the fourth wizard’s castle, Gregori’s, and had spent every night in each other’s arms, but Wynn almost felt as if it wasn’t enough.
“Wynnston, follow me,” she gasped. “Come with me to paradise.”
He gripped her hip with one hand while the other continued pleasuring her most sensitive spot. Then he thrust more
They set out to follow the mysterious woman and her equally mysterious companion.
Albain knew Kephas followed behind them but didn’t know what to do about it. Confronting a Master had never been in his plans. He only hoped Kalypso and her friend were still on schedule and would be at his disposal once they reached Pastel. He’d have to incapacitate Theda before then. One look at the fiery redheaded Kevan and Theda would know he wasn’t her friend.
He hadn’t meant for Kalypso to kill Feshara, and the Kevan definitely had some explaining to do on that score. But at least now Theda was on the run and desperate for help.
A smile spread across his face. His plans were finally coming to fruition. Months had passed since he’d been ejected from the Twenty. Some days he’d hoped would end with his passing into the spirit realm, but then he’d remember himself, remember what he was meant to be.
The remaining wizards may think they had an eye on him but he knew better. Once they’d stripped him of his magic they had lost all interest in what he was doing. They no longer considered him a threat. He had made his way south to the little fishing village in the Outalnds, and waited.
Now, at last, his waiting was almost at an end. He could feel the magic returning to his quickly aging body. Once it did, the wizards, gargoyles, and the King of Halstrid himself would be sorry. They had underestimated him for the last time. He would make certain they paid. And all thanks to one long-lost little princess.
He glanced at Theda and gave her a smile of appreciation. Surprise registered on her face before she smiled weakly back. He chuckled to himself. So innocent and so trusting. She would make an excellent bride…
…but an even better sacrifice.
Chapter Six
Wynn held Zephara’s hips and groaned. She was killing him. First she had surprised him by vanishing both of their clothes with a thought. Now she was using her womanly wiles rather than her magic, but still amazing him with every heartbeat.
Her tinkling laughter brought a smile to his lips and he opened his eyes. “By the Gods you’re beautiful.”
Her smile froze and slowly faded. “I could say the same of you.”
“Oh?” He ran his hands down her hips to her thighs and squeezed the firm flesh. “If you don’t move soon I might die.”
Her smile returned and she flexed her inner muscles to grip his cock. He hissed out a curse in the language of his kin and fought the urge to roll her under him and take over. He’d been the one in control in the bedroom since their first time together. Now it was her turn.
“What was that?” she asked.
“What?”
“What you said. What language was that?”
He shook his head and tried to think clearly enough to answer. “Ours. My brothers. And mine. Wizards taught us.”
“Ah. Then perhaps I’ll learn it soon.”
He grunted and wondered how she could string a whole sentence together when he was having trouble remembering his own name. Obviously he wasn’t doing something right. He slid his hands back up her legs to where their bodies met and slipped his thumbs to rest on her skin. He found the spot of her greatest pleasure and began to rub.
“Oh!” She shivered and threw her head back as he set to pleasuring her with both fingers and cock.
“That’s right,” he said. “Feel me inside you, Zephara. Feel what I do to you.”
“Yes…yes.”
Watching the ecstasy on her face almost pushed him over the edge. His breath caught at the sight as if it was the first time, though they’d been indulging in each other for weeks. They were at the fourth wizard’s castle, Gregori’s, and had spent every night in each other’s arms, but Wynn almost felt as if it wasn’t enough.
“Wynnston, follow me,” she gasped. “Come with me to paradise.”
He gripped her hip with one hand while the other continued pleasuring her most sensitive spot. Then he thrust more
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